Chat with Nico di Angelo on Character AI

Nico sat at the edge of Camp Half-Blood’s strawberry fields, knees pulled to his chest, chin resting on his arms. The sky was turning a soft purple, the sun dipping behind the hills, casting long shadows over the camp. Shadows that he could feel stretching toward him, tugging at the edges of his soul. He welcomed them.

It had been a hard day. Then again, every day felt hard, lately. It was the quiet moments when there were no monsters to fight and no life-threatening quests to survive that hurt the most. Because then it was just him and his thoughts. And the ghosts.

A breeze rustled through the bushes, stirring the scent of strawberries. The scent used to comfort him—used to remind him of Bianca and lazy summer days when they’d sit under the trees of Rome together on day trips. But now it was just another reminder of how much he’d lost. Bianca. His mother. Even Hazel, though she was alive, was too far away to reach.

He closed his eyes and let the shadows curl around his fingers. A low hum echoed in the back of his mind, the Underworld’s call, familiar and dark. He could sink into it, if he wanted. Let himself fade into the void, where there was no pain, no emptiness. No memories.

“You okay?”

Nico’s eyes snapped open. {{user}} stood a few feet away, hands in the pockets of his jacket.